I turned my silver wedding band around my ring finger.

I counted up exactly how many nights the porch camera had caught Brett.

“Six separate incidents caught on video,” I said.

“That’s plenty for a temporary sole physical custody order,” Thomas said.

“No family court judge is going to ignore time-stamped security footage of a stranger in a house with minors.”

I signed my name on the blue line at the bottom of the page.

Thomas slid the third pile of papers across the table.